I love the outdoors even in here. I am 32 with 2 children who are my world. In recovery and grateful for it everyday. Enjoy writing even though I don’t think I am very good at it.
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This is a thinkers game and so I thought
A balancing act the rich man bought the sights so high the reach so tall but the upward looks down to make us small on table tops with chairs and stools no steps for us little fools Box it in to obstruct the view this is what they always do they grip and gripe but they won't budge deliberately they claim and then they judge up high they sit to strike their social gavel forcing the short to kneel and grovel. Stop shaking the rack neighbor won't stop whistling noise from down the street hmm I guess maybe aisle hanging towels and heat blown around with fans the humidity isn't kidding me it plays no games. window knocking can you get Johnny I don't even know johnny stop banging my inside to inside window scratching me head gnats rats in the day room no door unwanted random guest in my area my space there space the governments political toilet paper line to the line to the 4 toilets dirty prea cutian touching my legs shit on the back splash for once wish was mine shower stream and shit smell what a great bond courtesy flush maybe popouri free like anti fragrance for the vagrants that stare at the nude men in the overly packed wash room. What a strange range.
Each brick was like a piece of my life. They could be fresh and clean, like the dreams of my youth.
Then there were those replaced like the beliefs and prayers of a child, as the years take their toll. The old and the worn, a pungent sign of my life ahead. I walked and later drove that prophetic and loved road a thousand times in those long gone days. Even through the experiences and trials of life, I will still travel that old rd. in my mind forever. I will always see each brick with a clarity that only the old can see with, when looking back on fond memories of their youth. Each and every brick stood out to mark life's accomplished or failed dreams. That part of my life is long past, and my brick rd. is no more, replaced with the new, for new dreams. The blacktop stands in stark depth as a sign to what life has become. I'll never forget or love more ,any traveled paths or places I've been ,as I love each brick and memory of my beautiful "Old Falls Road". No one seemed to be moving
Let alone breathing As the echo of the crashing sound Fades away into nothing Then as my hearing starts to clear The tiniest sound of a cry you hear As you’re wiping away your tear Yelling for anyone that may be there A loud mournful yowling was near I find a baby just born this year The mother seemed no longer to be here! Thank God, the baby is safe, showing no fear! |
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